Day 88: 24 July 2017
Tuesday, 24 July 2018 07:31

Day seven of the trial: I know this probably sounds weird, but Court is starting to feel a bit like family: familiar. This morning, I felt loss. The jury has not been called. Not that I know any of them, other than the woman member who I sat next to while we ate lunch in Salamanca park last week. We hadn’t discussed the case, or more particularly, evidence, because to do so could have seen us both put in jail. We’d talked about the beautiful Hobart weather. First up, today, His Honour announces his ruling on whether evidence to do with the police breathalyzer unit, which had been set up deliberately and solely to stop and search one car for drugs, was admissible. His Honour has decided that the evidence can be admitted. The jury comes in, as do the defendants, and once again our family is intact. Today’s witness has learnt the drill. After thirty minutes, I’ve counted forty as being the number of times he’s replied ‘I don’t recollect’ to a question. I think His Honour is fed up. ‘Do you recall what hairstyle you had back then?’ ‘I don’t recollect.’ ‘Was your hair long or short?’ ‘I don’t recollect.’ The witness is shown a video clip of the now infamous shed, in North Hobart. A car arrives and a man gets out. ‘Is that man, you?’ asks the Crown prosecutor. ‘I don’t know,’ replies the witness. His Honour clearly is unhappy, and intervenes. He tells the witness it’s a crime to tell an untruth – it’s called perjury – and almost always carries a term in jail. The witness is shown a statutory declaration and is asked if it is his. He replies that he is a slow reader and will need time to read it. His Honour sends the jury out and retires to his chambers, to give the man time to read up. Is it his stat dec? he replies when His Honour returns, ‘I don’t recollect!’ Hmm.